#dash vlogs

[tumblasha]

hello everybody welcome to my first video blog (2:59 total)

[itsbebebrainrotting]

Tommy and Tubbo are the only people who could make divorce exciting

[dveam]

sylvita

[lys-jeorge]

[jupiterjunebug]

Why is it that every week i see people complain about how much a wrestler with a dickish persona is definitely actually for real insulted that he "has to eat a pin" from someone hes litchrally friends with in real life. I am going to start forcing some people in the iwc to read the wiki article for kayfabe.

[ambientradiation]

We just watched the Blame movie adaptation and it was so bad that apparently my partner @a-disgusted-green-dorito needed to go into the Blame tag to recover. Like she's chanting a mantra to manifest a good movie instead.

[expressingartwithvideos]

#ADashofLuna #Luna #Fashion #Styling #YTChannel "a dash of luna," your ultimate source of fashion inspiration and lifestyle tips! I am Luna, a dedicated fashion professional hailing from the vibrant city of Amsterdam. This YouTube channel emerged during one of the most challenging periods in my life when I sought solace watching captivating videos on Youtube.

[hyunjining]

(so sorry if any of this comes out as sarcastic/mean its not)

So like I've never been into kpop or celebrity stuff or anything (aka my blorbos are only fictional characters) but youve shown up on my dash a couple times recently and you seem like a chill person to ask so like- What's the like *vibe* with fandoms like these? Like whats the interesting part about these people to u thats enough to make a whole blog about them? Ive heard about people shipping them like theyre characters so it is that?? Is it the people themselves? Is it just the pretty factor? I'm assuming its not just the songs cuz ive seen a lot of fanfics n fandom stuff that are about the *people* instead n its made me really curious cuz i dont think I get it?

well, as someone who’s been in fandoms for real people for like 15 years at this point, i feel pretty qualified to answer this lol. the music is of course a big factor, at least for me. i wouldn’t closely follow anyone if i didn’t love their art. but i do love them as people too.

in the case of kpop, the industry puts a big emphasis on fan interaction and fanservice, and as a result there’s a lot of content that revolves solely around getting to know the idols (variety shows, vlogs) and forming a parasocial bond with them (fancalls, direct messaging, public forums that idols can comment on). which of course can be a bad thing, and kpop fans can get uniquely extreme about it, but my personal philosophy is always to treat artists as human beings and not assume that i know everything, because i obviously don’t.

anyway, with stray kids specifically, i really admire that they’re one of the few self-produced kpop groups and they all seem to have a genuine passion for making music and performing. they have a strong familial bond; they’re all very unique, strong personalities, and yet they come together so beautifully to pursue a common goal. the common goal being making really fucking good music that spans multiple genres.

they’re extremely funny and it’s a riot watching them bounce off each other. they’re literally all weird and insane in the best ways possible. they’re not perfect, they’ve messed up, but i think they’ve demonstrated that they have good hearts and they genuinely care about others. they try their best to make everyone feel welcome in their space, and they have a deep love and appreciation for their fans. and yes, they are outstandingly beautiful and just looking at them is gratifying in and of itself lmao.

in terms of shipping and fanfics, well. stray kids is a goldmine. lots of constant homoerotic tension between various pairings, which of course they play up in a fanservice way, but underlying all the messing around are very real bonds of love. and that’s all in addition to some very intentional and repeated queer-flagging from some members. but like generally they just love each other so much and it’s so palpable in everything they do that it’s just fun to explore the possibilities i guess. i can’t really speak for other idol groups, but that’s the deal with skz.

ultimately, i guess i would say the vibe of stanning idols is just… gushing over vlogs and ig posts and photoshoots and messages and getting really hyped about new music. but also worrying that they’ll fuck up because they’re human. and worrying about their wellbeing because the idol industry and fandoms can be absolutely brutal. and seeing a million fanwars a week about which group charts the best and sells out the most stadiums, but also about even stupider, more inconsequential things. but overall, if you curate your experience, it can be a lot of fun. i hope that answers your questions even a little bit lol, that kind of became me just raving about stray kids.

[ericshoney]

Grumpy Girl ~ Sturniolo triplets

It was a normal Thursday. You had woken up in Nick's bed and could hear the guys downstairs talking, Chris screaming about something. You checked your phone and saw it was two in the afternoon, making you sigh and slowly get up and head downstairs.

"Good morning!" Chris exclaimed once he saw you.

"Shut up." You grumbled, making the trio laugh.

"Is the little baby grumpy this morning." Nick mocked in a baby voice.

"Fuck off." You muttered, going to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading back upstairs to Nick's room to have a shower.

When you had finished and got dressed, still feeling slightly grumpy, you returned to the triplets, who were still sat on the sofa.

"We're thinking of vlogging today, you want to join?" Matt offered.

"Sure, just don't piss me off." You answered.

"Okay grumpy girl." Chris teased, as you threw a pillow at him.

"Let's go!" Nick exclaimed, already heading downstairs to the garage.

You trudged along behind, the three boys already in their usual seats. You got in the back besides Nick as Chris started singing loudly to the music.

"Be quiet bitch." You said, laying your head on the window.

"And there's miss grumpy pants, say hi to the vlog!" Nick shouted, waving the camera in your face.

"Hi vlog." You half-assed greeted.

"There she is, Queen of grumps. So we're off to get food!" Nick said, turning the camera back to himself.

You remained quiet for the rest of the car ride, Chris still singing, but quieter. Nick was talking to the camera, while Matt was focused on driving, occasionally looking at you.

The triplets knew you had days where you didn't feel the best, resulting in you being grumpy and pouty. Nick and Chris loved to tease you about it, whilst Matt watched silently. All three of them were obviously caring and supportive over you, wanting you happy and smiling at all times, but still loved to tease you when they could.

You four had soon arrived at your chosen food destination and as you stepped out of the car, you let out a small yawn, before hearing a giggle from Chris.

"Is someone still sleepy?" Chris called with another giggle.

"Shhh." You replied, waving your hand in Chris' face.

He laughed again before dashing ahead, Nick shaking his head as he followed with the camera, whilst Matt trailed behind with you.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked softly.

"Hmm." You mumbled.

"Bad nights sleep or just not feeling good?" He asked.

"Just not feeling good. Don't wanna be grumpy." You answered with a small pout.

Matt nodded and wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder as you both walked inside, already seeing Chris and Nick have ordered the food for all of you.

As all of you ate, Chris, Matt and Nick joked around and talked to the camera. You smiled a bit as you watched on quietly, as you ate more, you started to feel a bit better and less grumpy.

"Can we get ice cream?" You quietly cut in.

"Will it make you happy and not grumpy anymore?" Nick questioned.

"Yes." You answered with a nod.

"Then off we go to get ice cream!" Chris exclaimed, making Nick shh him as people started to look, which made you and Matt laugh.

Once you all finished, you left and headed back to the car, ready to go get ice cream. The boys saw the smile on your face as you started to talk more and relax, which made them happy.

"Life lesson here, if your grumpy or have a grumpy friend, get them food and promise them ice cream, it makes them happy." Nick said, waving the camera at your smiling face.

You smiled and are glad you agreed to go out with them for the day, not lay in Nick's bed and have a resting grump face all day long.

[dollyfetti]

♡ ‿‿🍫⠀⠀10 DAYS OF KATSMAS

﹒🎀˚ ୧ merry christmas!! this is a little event to celebrate the festive holidays along with our not-so festive fav, katsuki c: (i promise this'll move forward unlike kinktober cough)

i smell snow - gilmore girls au summary: getting a whiff of snow one chilly night, you persuade your grumpy friend to join you to watch the first snowfall of the year.  ⁣ 

ice my cookie (nsfw) summary: baking christmas cookies with your boyfriend gets dirtier than you anticipated...  ⁣ 

you've ruined caroling - bsf!bkg summary: you managed to convince your childhood best friend to join you and your friends to go caroling, since he didn't have anything else planned... you realize how big of a mistake that was when you hear how good of a singer he is-- and at stealing your spotlight!

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meet the family - latina!reader summary: all you wanted was to give your boyfriend a fun, festive introduction to your family. but everything that can go wrong at a huge latin gathering, goes wrong.  ⁣ 

red-nosed - nerd!bkg x bimbo!reader summary: for some reason, bakugou's at your christmas party dressed as a reindeer. not that it was his choice, of course. you, being the christmas fanatic that you are, insisted that the two of you match for your holiday events—and now he’s stuck wearing antlers for the rest of the night. but he doesn't mind too much, since you're fawn-ing over him the entire party, leaving no attention for anyone else.  

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secret santa - college au summary: your classmates organized a secret santa exchange, and when a certain blond realizes who you got a gift for, jealousy rises up inside him, and he almost regrets not changing his pick when no one was looking. now he has to give you his carefully chosen present with everyone watching.  ⁣ 

hallmark movie core summary: you participate in a holiday-themed scavenger hunt set up by the staff at your alma mater, U.A, never expecting to see your lifelong crush there as well. soon enough, you find yourself under a mistletoe with him. just as the awkwardness sets in, you're prepared to quickly kiss his cheek and dash home, but shockingly, katsuki scrambles through a flustered and heartfelt confession.  ⁣ 

jingle bell rock (nsfw) - bully!bkg x popular!reader summary: you and your friends (more like terrified followers) decide to recreate the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your school's holiday show. but then, you hear from one of your lackeys who heard from umi-- whatever, it doesn't really matter. point is: bakugou katsuki, the notorious jerk of the school was heard jerking off to you in the bathroom!  bakugou's pov drabble  ⁣ 

the gift of magi summary: with all the financial struggles you and your husband have been facing, neither of you know what to get the other for christmas. you both end up sacrificing your own precious belongings to buy the other's gift.  ⁣ 

bakugou christmas vlog - dad!bkg summary: spending christmas morning with your children c:

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[nervoussagittarius]

furniture shopping + night out

matt sturniolo x influencer!reader

summary: your day in the life vlog ft. your boyfriend matt, request

warnings: fluff, maybe language

“good morning vlog” you said taking a sip of your coffee. the sun was just starting to come through your apartment windows as people filled the streets below. “i have a very exciting day planned today so i thought i’d intro the video now and we can chat for a minute.”

you began to get all of the ingredients out to make breakfast for you and matt while you talked to the vlog about your night. your videos tended to feel like a facetime call between you and your fans. everyone loved how personal and friendly they felt. “matt spent the night here yesterday, and i figured i’d be a good girlfriend and make us breakfast. i convinced matt to go to ikea with me this morning because i’ve been in this apartment for about a month now, and i still have no living room furniture. so we’re going to try to fix that.”

as you continued making breakfast matt finally woke up and decided to join you in the kitchen. “okay guys, be honest do these pancakes look good? i hope so. but i’m going to go wake matt up-” matt appeared from around the corner at this statement. “oh nevermind. hi baby! good morning.” matt, not being fully awake yet, gave you a small groan and fell into your arms for a hug. you returned it, holding him for what felt like hours. neither of you complained though. you and matt could be surgically attached and it still wouldn’t be close enough for the two of you.

you turned your head to the side looking at your counter. “me and my friends talked about last night and what we have planned for this morning while i made us breakfast.” “your friends?” matt questioned since he was the only one in your house. “yeah my friends in the vlog” you said with a ‘duh’ tone, earning yourself a poke in the side from matt.

you picked up your camera again about an hour later while you were in the car. focusing the lens on matt, you began to ask him questions. “how do you feel now that i might actually have a couch after a month?” you asked with a laugh. matt’s smile brightened as he took his eyes off the road for a second to look between you and your camera. “i’m happy that we’ll finally have some place to sit other then your kitchen table. i’m excited to go shopping if you’re excited.” he reached over to pat your knee.

“matt’s not the biggest fan of shopping if you couldn’t tell. or if you’ve seen his house you’d know how unfurnished it is.” you said setting the camera on the dash to look at both of you. “listen, i just don’t see the point in worrying about how my house looks when i can be doing fun stuff with my life.” matt said with a chuckle. he grabbed your hand so you knew he was fully just joking to mess with you. “i think furniture shopping is fun. we’ll see you guys again hopefully when i have a couch.”

you were back in the car when you found yourself filming again. you head rested on matt’s ands your intertwined arms as you sat in the parking lot. “bad news guys. we couldn’t find a couch.” you removed yourself from matt as he started backing out of the parking spot. his hand now rested on the back of your neck as he played with your hair. “so sad. i still have to sit on the floor.” matt remarked. you gave him a discouraged laugh catching his attention. he looked over at you while at the red light. “don’t worry sweetheart we’ll figure it out.” he leaned over quickly to kiss you cheek. “thanks matt. we’ll see you guys later.” you said giving your vlog a small smile.

a few hours had past as you and matt spent some quality time together at your apartment. it wasn’t often that you guys got alone time so you cherished it when you did. no meetings, no sibling, and no cameras. but that came to an end when you realized you had a vlog to finish.

matt was the one to pick up your camera this time. you were in your bathroom getting ready for the prada event you were going to tonight. matt thought this would be the perfect time to try and scare you. he quietly walked through your house, making his way to you. unfortunately for him you caught him in this act. his reflection showed up in the corner of your mirror. “what are you doing?” “no i’ve been caught. i was trying to scare you.” he said with a laugh. “next time, baby” he set your camera on your bathroom counter and came around to hug you from behind. “you look really pretty, sweetheart. do you want to tell them where we’re going?” he asked as he gently layed his chin in your shoulder. he didn’t want to mess up what you were doing.

matt’s comment had made you blush, but you’ll quickly pulled yourself back together. “thanks baby. um- matt did a photoshoot with prada recently, and he looked incredible. so they invited us to an event they’re throwing tonight.” “if we make it there.” matt threw out winking at the camera. you looked at him in the mirror quickly as you threw your arm back to jokingly hit him in the shoulder. “matthew!” you exclaimed. “what? im just saying there might be traffic.” he shrugged acting nonchalantly as you rolled your eyes.

“anyway guys i think we’re going to call it a night. i’ll let you know tomorrow how the event went. i love you and i’ll see you soon.” you smiled picking up the camera as matt starts to walk out of the bathroom. “wait, matt! do you have any last words for our friends?” he turned to you with a slight smirk. he quickly screamed in the camera before running off. “i’m so sorry head phone users.” and you ended the video

an: i’m sorry this is so short but i wanted to make this different from chris’s so i hope you enjoy. i also slightly based this off of the vibe of jules leblancs vlogs because i love them 🤍

[marilynthornhilllover]

{ Camera Lens }

Misty Quigley x Fem!Reader

Warning:SMUT, minors DNI, fingering, foreplay, sucking of breast, body worshipping, use of honey, use of ice, slight cunnilingus, praise kink, squirting, video recording, semi public sex.

Synopsis: Ever since misty found an old but fairly new camera in the shed she’s been obsessed with capturing long lasting memories on it……

A/n: honestly not my best work I was not in the mood when writing but the lack of misty fics on here is diabolical……

Ever since the plan crash, everyone has been trying to find something that resonates with them, something that brings peace and not add to the chaos that we were all already experiencing. It was kinda pretty fun actually, like we all pretty much had hobbies now. Taissa and van would go hunting, Jackie and Shauna could still try to do their girly stuff while Natalie Travis would go about doing their own weird science shit, or they would try to but sometimes they’d go haunting too. The other girls had their other stuff going.

Lottie on the other hand…… she was just in her own world. But if needed she had her own role that she often played very well. Everyone was teamed, grouped or coupled up. Except for you and misty. They all thought that misty was the weird one…. You know the so called ‘psychopath’ that wanted to poison or kill everyone. So no one really hanged out with her, or allowed her to join their group so it was just you and her.

After some time you all lost count of how many days you’ve been stranded. Everyone had different numbers but everyone was still close to a year, so that’s all the information you had pertaining to day counts. It was like being caged in a room with nothing to do, or rather caged in a world, you see the same damn people everyday. Eat the same thing everyday— sometimes nothing at all.

It was the worst. When misty found an old camera in the shed of the old cabin you guys were living in she was over the moon happy. She’d make vlogs, take pictures, record little nature talks. And sometimes when a week had passed she’d neatly arrange the videos properly and set it up on the old projector and have little movie nights. It wasn’t the clearest or the loudest, the audio was messed up a bit but at least everyone had something to keep them entertained— sane rather.

The more time passed the more you started to catch feelings for misty. She wasn’t so bad after all, she was kind, smart, funny— sometimes. She was very protective of you, on some concerning levels but you didn’t mind. And she’d rant to you all the time about random shit that you strangely found quite interesting, maybe it’s because you were cut off from civilization but at least it kept you occupied.

The two of you would get rather close and touchy but tried to keep it on the low so the others won’t notice. When they were all asleep she’d slip her hand in your underwear and touch you, or when they went out haunting the both of you would take turns eating eachother out and doing all the naked sexual activities imaginable.

Today was hot……. Too hot to bare. The heat didn’t exactly bother the others but it did for you. So you decided to change into your swim suit and head down to the lake. But obviously misty wouldn’t let you go alone. On her note ‘ there could be wild animals waiting to ravish you’ she wasn’t wrong, on the way you both had to take different routes due to bears and other wild animals but you had finally made it down to the lake in one piece.

“ it’s so hot, I’m gonna take off my clothes” you didn’t even wait for misty to reply before you dashed off into the water. You floated for a while before you decided to take a dip completely. After you cooled off you decided to go back up to the shore and get your towel. But you should have noticed the way misty was looking at you and the camera in her hand. As soon as you were reaching for your towel you saw a flash go off.

Turning to look at her surprised you realized what she did.

“ misty…. Did you just take a picture of me?” When she didn’t reply you tried to take her camera but she wasn’t swift and quickly pulled it away, you hurriedly rapped your towel around your wet dripping body before you tackled her to the ground. You both fought against eachother for a while before misty flipped your body over, caging you in with her thighs of either side of your waist before pinning both your arms above your head.

“ misty i’m serious! Delete it” you couldn’t fight against her anymore, she was far more stronger than you and plus you were tired and it was way to hot to be playing these type of scandalous games. You were not having any of it. She chucked softly when she saw your pout and frustrated sigh. She released your hands before leaning over and sitting up the camera against a stone, carefully positioning it to directly face the both of you.

The reached inside of her bag and pulled out a small bottle of honey and a zip lock bag with ice. You were completely confused and concerned, is she gonna eat you. She saw the slight panic on your face and instantly leaned down and captured her lips with yours. The kiss was slow and reassuring. Like she was telling you to relax. The heat of your body and hers mixed together was already driving you insane.

And her body on you who was half naked had you squirming as your head began to spin. Misty broke the kiss and began moving her hands up and down your sides, gently squeezing and scratching her nails against the soft flesh causing you to shiver and move away slightly. She carefully undid the knot from your towel and unfolded it. She paused for a moment as she looked at your breast. So round and full, your nipples were stiff and stood upright before her, as tiny droplets of sweat passed through the valley inbetween your breast.

“ god you have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen” you watched as her eyes light up like a little child on Christmas as she slowly started to massage your breast. A soft moan escaped you as she continued before her actions came to a halt. She leaned over and opened the bottle of honey before pouring a huge amount onto your breast and chest.

“ Misty what if someone comes down here and sees us” you whisper as your scrutinized the area around you, especially the trees, they were said to have eyes. The wilderness sees everything.

“ let them baby, if i wanna have you then i shall have you” with that she took one of your nipple into her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of the honey. Your chest arched slightly up towards her when she bagan sucking furiously on the small bud, carefully swirling her tongue around it before continuing her pulls and twist. After all the honey was gone she repeated the same process on the other one.

Releasing your left breast with a pop, saliva still connecting her lips to your bud she pulls away and decides to make her way down your body. Leaving hot trials of kisses on your stomach and sides as she spreads your thighs open, her eyes snaps up towards you when she sees the mess you’ve made for her already.

“ such a pretty pussy, and she’s all mine” her voice was husked and stern, possessive even. But she was right, no one has ever made you cum on their fingers the way Misty has, you’ve only ever screamed her name, only she has ever fucked you senseless. And God did you love it.

“ such a good girl, gonna let me play with your pussy baby?” She asks and you nod gasping when you feel her fingers drag against your folds, she swirls all the slick onto her two digits before unexpectedly pushing them into you. You moan her name sweetly as your hand flew to hold her wrist in place, she doesn’t move, she allows your cunt to adjust to the stretch, feeling as your walls swell open to accommodate her fingers in you.

Your eyes roll back when she starts easing her fingers out before gently thrusting them back in. She raises one leg and places it on her shoulder as she continues thrusting in you.

“ misty please—FUCK” your hand immediately goes to cover your mouth when you feel her curl her digits deep within you as she quickens her pace. You eagerly spread your other leg a little wider allowing her to go deeper within your cunt. Her fingers hit just the right spot as your spongy walls hold into her fingers, clenching down on them tightly . Misty leans down and kisses your jaw and neck area as she evens her pace.

Your back arches even more as your eyes roll back. Your toes curl as you hold onto her hair for dear life. Your breathing becomes deranged, mind fuzzy as you begin to completely lose yourself in the feeling of euphoria.

“ please please please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, but it just felt so fucking good, you needed her to fuck your brains out, you wished she had a cock, to make you cum over and over again then fill you up, breed you and make you have her baby. God you’d love that. To carry her baby. Be called her slut.

You were rolling your hips and meeting her thrust and all that could be heard was the filthy sound of your juices soaking her hand as she fucked you raw and knuckles deep. You were her whore and you were proud of it.

“ that’s it baby, take it, you wanna cum? Wanna cum on my fingers and make me proud?” At this point you couldn’t hear anything, you were too much in the haze of it. You were completely gone, to another world, all you could feel and comprehend was how good she was making you feel right now and you didn’t want it to stop.

“ FUCK—shit! Misty I’m gonna cum! Gonna pee—“ before you could warn her your orgasm hits you twice as hard as it usually does you and feel yourself release something that feels way more liquefied than normal. Oh You definitely squirted. You completely crashed. Your body shivered and shook violently as she continued fucking her fingers in your cunt feeling all your juice soak her entire hand. She pulls out her fingers and brings her hand up to your mouth.

“ clean my hand bitch” you obey her orders and take each finger into your mouth one by one as you sucked each of them clean. After she peppers your face with kisses before she snakes her way down back towards your cunt. Watching your thighs tremble uncontrollably she still pushes them part and licks around your labia. Your hand grabbed her hair making a make shift ponytail as you sat up to look at her.

“ baby please, no more” Misty shakes her head and moves to your clit, licking and sucking around the small bud, your head falls back slightly as a pornograhpic moan escapes your throat. That’s when you feel a sharp coldness on your lower abdomen and looking down you seen that she placed an ice cube on your tummy, gently swirling it around. Soon pressure starts to build up within you and just when you’re about to cum misty places the ice on your clit , pushing you over the edge. She holds your hand as you ride out your orgasm before placing another ice cube inside your cunt.

You whine before she hushes you as she gently pulls your panties up your thighs for you.

“ get dressed and let’s head back, it’s getting dark” you gulp and nod at her suggestion, getting up quickly you grabbed your stuff and quickly threw on the pair of shorts and the tee shirt that you had brought. Misty takes up her camera and quickly runs through the video, smiling at her work of art….. that was made for only her eyes to see.

[chososcamgirl]

CLUBBING TOPS! - yeah this bitch goes partying EVERY weekend. also most weekdays bc sjap yn has a high alcohol tolerance. alcohol poisoning? never heard of her. these tops do it every. single. time. without fail. she wears any one of these slutty tops and she’s going home with a man. this girl has a mission! (and no it’s not to sleep with every dj that plays ayesha erotica for her. looks at megumi) don’t be fooled though she’s always down to share her clothes with maki or nobara bc she’s a girls girl (not rlly but she just loves her friends so much) she once caught panda trying to put her tank studio top one once and LOST IT. she started screaming at him that he already stretched it and he needs to buy her a new one… whole time the material was just stretchy she just wanted another one in a different colour (bc why would she pay $120 for a top when panda can!)

ACCESSORIES! - yn is a silver girl BY FAR. you’ll always catch her leaving with one if not all of these. she basically lives in hoops. showers in them, sleeps in them (i know that back piece is smells NASTY) she lives off the quote “the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe”. MARC JACOBS FRIENDSHIP NECKLACE!!!! (yes i might’ve based this off me and my bff irl ok burn me) she has one on but the real question is who has the other? hint starts with p and ends in anda. but don’t be silly there’s no duos or trios cough yes cough in the group. they all have matching necklaces for eachother bc they couldn’t find a 4 friendship way necklace laugh out loud. she just prefers the marc jacobs one bc it makes her feel superior. CLIPS!!!!! yes she’s a sucker for cute hair clips arrest her. you will never see her with flyaways nah uh.

WHATS IN HER BAG! - her most prized possession… miss miu miu… she got it from the group for her 19th birthday (yes they all were broke afterwards and dine and dashed dinner but hey! can u blame them, that shit is expensive) and in so called expensive bag is ALWAYS a sonny angel. yes he does bring her good luck. the only time she forgot to put a sonny angel in her bag was when she got harassed via imsg.. sound familiar? this bitch vlogs EVERY MOMENT of her life. she has a secret youtube account where she posts her cute little city vlogs of her and her friends. she doesn’t expect it to go viral but it does shortly after she debuted man eater. one time she was at dinner and forgot her handy cam so she called her friend at home to come pick her up, drop her at home to grab her handy cam and then drop her back to dinner which she arrived shortly after her food did (wdym this isn’t a personal experience… heh… i lied sorry bff) and lastly her infamous pink hello kitty lighter. for blunts. and cigarettes occasionally. but mainly blunts.

TEES! - these are just some of the tops she would wear on air. the listeners can’t see her anyways but she loves to dress cute because it makes her feel good doing so. she was always so expressive via fashion because it’s illegal to kill somebody you hate crowd boos

BOTTOMS! - yeah so this bitch basically lives in mini skirts and booty shorts. no mind that her ass is out she refuses to wear pants. on the rare occasion she DOES wear pants it’s usually just bootcut jeans that flare at the end because it makes her ass look good.

OUTERWEAR! - she loooveesssss her jackets like she adores them. cold? putting on a jacket. being harassed? putting on a jacket legs are freezing due to said mini skirt? putting on a jacket. such a multi use piece of clothing! also comes in handy to choke out roommates when they eat your leftovers from the night before! oops!

SHOES! - this girl only wears two types of shoes. heels or knee high boots. nevermind that we are going to the beach she WILL pull up with kitten heels. but who needs the beach when clubbing is just as fun right? she does everything in heels. cook, work, griddy, kick a guy in the dick for groping her? you name it. put this bitch in 5 inch stilettos and she would still would NOT falter once not even stumble. she is a pro and actually needs to be considered for the olympics because that footwork technique is impeccable.

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[christopherisfoive]

Helloee! I've encountered your blog a day ago 😗 and I was hoping if you could make one with han using prompts 11,7?

Fresh pour ☕ Your Han one‑shot is steeping right now—hoodie‑sharing, a dash of backstage angst and I’ll serve it up soon. Hope it hits the spot! Thank you for stopping by ~

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Pairing: Han Jisung �� Lyricist!Reader (Y/N) Setting: Idol AU • Established Secret Relationship Prompts:11. Wearing each other’s clothes7. “You can’t flirt your way out of this one.”

The tour bus growled along a midnight highway, rain ticking against the roof. Hidden behind a half‑drawn curtain, you and Jisung squeezed into his bunk, knees knocking in the cramped space. One overhead bulb glowed faint gold.

“You smell like coffee,” you murmured, tugging his oversized hoodie tighter around your frame.

“Better than bus disinfectant,” he whispered back. His hand skimmed the hem where it swallowed your thighs. “Still too big?”

You nuzzled closer. “Still perfect.”

Officially you were the group’s freelance lyricist, recruited for the comeback mini‑album. Unofficially you had been Jisung’s secret since last autumn—shared demos at 3 a.m., lyrics scribbled on napkins, and hoodie exchanges whenever travel turned the world cold.

A soft knock startled you both. Chan peeked in, eyebrows lifted. “No all‑night writing sessions. Vocal rest.”

Jisung’s eyes widened in mock innocence; you snatched a notebook, pretending to jot lines. Chan sighed, muttered “kids,” and shuffled off. When the curtain fell, you and Jisung dissolved into muffled laughter.

“Manager’s going gray,” you teased.

“Worth every strand,” he replied, brushing a kiss to your temple.

Morning brought rehearsal and a behind‑the‑scenes vlog shoot. During a break, the MC shivered. Jisung, ever the performer, draped his plaid overshirt over her shoulders while cameras rolled. She flashed a heart pose; he answered with a playful two‑finger salute. All innocent, all on film.

By lunch, the clip exploded online—#FlirtKingJisung trended in three countries. Headlines read Han Jisung charms host yet again. Fans speculated about a budding romance.

You scrolled the feed from the staff lounge, stomach dropping. Comments dissected every frame, ignoring the fact he wore your hoodie beneath that shirt. Jisung bounced in, tossing you a vitamin drink. “For genius lyricists,” he said, oblivious.

Your smile was thin. He caught the edge in your voice when you thanked him and opened Twitter. His grin faded.

He tugged the hoodie zipper on your chest, eyes searching. “Talk later?”

You nodded, but the sting lingered.

Sound‑check crowds roared; you hovered side‑stage with your tablet of lyric cues, thumbs drumming anxious rhythm. Each time the MC fluttered near Jisung, he leaned back instinctively, but cameras still captured her playful touches. Your jaw ached from clenching.

After the encore, Jisung hurried over, sweat‑damp hair sticking up. “Nothing happened—PR asked for cute clips. That’s all.”

“I get it,” you said, voice brittle. “Fans eat it up.”

He reached for your hand, but stagehands shouted for group photos. He hesitated; professionalism forced you to shoo him away.

Late night, the hotel’s makeshift writing suite glowed blue from laptop screens. You tapped lyrics, pretending focus while Jisung paced.

“It’s edits, Y/N. They splice every wink.”

You kept typing. “And you serve the winks.”

He halted. “That’s unfair.”

Your chair scraped back. “You think I enjoy seeing a ‘ship’ chart while I’m still in yesterday’s eyeliner?”

He exhaled sharply. “You can’t flirt your way out of this one,” you added, softer now.

Silence sank between piano stands and scattered lyric sheets.

Jisung crossed the room, knelt, and took your hands. “Then let me set the record straight.”

He rummaged in his backpack, producing a black beanie with the group logo—exclusive tour merch not yet released. “Camera crew films lyric sessions tomorrow. Wear this. No stylist swap.”

Your eyes widened. “Fans will notice.”

“Exactly. If they can make theories from a plaid shirt, they can learn to love a beanie that never leaves your head.”

You hesitated. Company dating rules were gray fog: don’t ask, don’t confirm. Breaking them risked backlash.

Jisung’s thumb stroked your knuckles. “Chan knows. Says as long as it doesn’t overshadow the music, it’s ours to protect.”

Emotion stung your eyes. “You’d share this?”

“I already share every verse with you,” he whispered. “Let me share the spotlight too.”

You slipped the beanie on; it sagged over your ears. He smiled. “Looks better on you.”

You tugged his hoodie hood over his head, grinning through unshed tears. “And this looks better on you.”

He laughed, relief flooding his posture, then sealed the pact with a soft kiss—camera‑safe, heart‑loud.

Morning rehearsal returned. Cameras rolled for another vlog. You perched near the lyric stand, beanie snug, tapping new rhymes into your tablet. Between sets Jisung jogged over, adjusted the beanie so the logo faced front, and kissed your forehead in full view of the documentary crew.

“Song fairy needs her focus hat,” he announced.

The MC raised an impressed brow; staff chuckled; the cameraman zoomed. Social media would spin its theories, but you and Jisung finally controlled the narrative.

He squeezed your hand before bounding back onstage, hoodie still yours, beanie now yours too.

Whatever headlines came next, the credits would list two writers on this love track—both wearing each other’s clothes.

a/n: I wanted to note that I might not do all requests as many of you beautiful angels have asked for almost identical things. I will do my best to write out as many as I can with their own unique stories but at some point they will all be the same if i do. I will make a new prompt list as well and make it much longer so there are more options. Thank you all for reading and supporting, it means a lot <3

[hongjoongscafe]

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Episode: 1 <Oh!>

☕︎Pairing: vlogger!jungkook x photographer!reader

☕︎Genre: fluff, smut, angst, influencer au.

☕︎Summary: amid their own separate journeys, they stumbled across each other and began a new journey together.

☕︎Warnings: none for this episode:)

☕︎Word count: 3.4k+

☕︎Note: lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist! This is more of a free-mind series. I'm just going to build up the plot, make them be in love and then you guys can request stuff later on keeping in mind the aesthetics and plot of this series. This is going to be a relaxing day-to-day life thing-y.

☕︎Masterlist.

☕︎Serieslist.

~JUNGKOOK~

“Welcome back to my YouTube channel, everyone! It has been a while since we last spoke.” I, a passionate vlogger or videographer by passion, speak to my dearest camera.

“It was just last week,” Sullivan, my partner slash manager, grumbles sassily beside me.

I chuckle, being beyond used to his sassy self. “Don’t worry about him, you all. He has been constipated for two days and is now a grump.” I wink at the camera with mischief.

Sullivan snarles and hits me on the head, playfully. “Hey, that’s not true!”

“I’ve got the receipts,” I wiggle my eyebrows at the man who in return shakes his head in disbelief and walks faster to get to the stall of fruits they were going at. “Anyway, we are now in Milan, Italy! My last trip to Paris was nice but this place is what I’m most excited about, honestly. I’ve always wanted to visit Italy, and you all made it possible. So thank you guys for watching my vlogs and subscribing to my channel.”

I lower my camera and try to catch up with Sullivan, but he is fast. The market is a bit stuffy but I love places like this where the beauty of life shuffles around. I look around the market.

I smile widely as I see a little kid clinging to his mother, sulking about something in Italian. A couple are walking hand in hand and giggling about something. “Ah. Sometimes I feel super jealous of these couples. They are always so cute and lovey-dovey. It is so cute…” he spoke to the camera. “I want that,” I pouted but chuckled but was not really jealous. This just gives me hope that filmy love is possible.

My previous relationship could have been better (for the sake of a few years which we have spent, I'm gonna put it nicely, lol). It has been four years now since we parted ways. After my then-girlfriend broke my heart, I started to vlog my daily life as an escape from the pain. I have always been a hopeless romantic, believing in movie-like love. Some romance movies are based on real-life events so why not believe in that kind of love?

Maybe one day, I’ll get my own customised filmy happy ending with a beautiful bride in a white gown, where I am clad in a dashing tuxedo. All the while there are swans in the lake behind us forming their signature heart as my bride and I kiss under a perfect romantic sky and people who love us cheering for our love and future married life.

I sigh at my imagination. Now my heart is jealous of my own imagination of myself.

Catching up with my partner, I see some delicious, and fresh figs. Sullivan picks some up fills his bag and hands them to the vendor. “I have heard that figs in Italy are popular. I may be wrong tho. My quick Google search could be wrong,” I mutter while eying the fruits. “Look at them!” I turn my camera to the pile of fruits. “Although June to October is figs season, they still look so fresh in December.”

Sullivan pays and then turns to the next stall and then next. Like this, we spend the next hour jumping from one market stall to another, not really buying stuff but just looking at how everything works.

Currently, we are resting at a hotel but we have booked an Airbnb for the rest of the trip but the owners said that unfortunately, we couldn’t use it until the next three days as there have been some unexpected issues. On the bright side, they are giving us a good discount for the inconvenience. Win-win!

Honestly speaking, will there be any inconvenience to two bachelors of age 26 who have spent their time sleeping in the car when the other one needed the dorm room for the nasty?

I know you must be wondering, “JK, why didn’t you sleep at your girlfriend’s at such a time?” Well, the short answer in even shorter words– roommate.

So, basically, what I am trying to say is we don’t need much to bring back to the hotel as we can simply order food even in the middle of the night for some extra price (what? Anything for food. There is nothing between me and my late night munchies).

“Did you guys know that the world’s oldest shopping mall is here in Milan?” I say while looking wide eye into the camera. “It is called The Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Quite surprising, no? I think we will go there tomorrow to check it out.”

“It is really beautiful. It opened in the 1870s if I am not wrong. This mall is frankly very famous. A great tourist attraction,” the grump adds. “I think we will be able to get some sexy clips there of the architecture. In this cold minimalist era, it is difficult to see such wonderful structures.”

I nod in agreement. There is a reason why both of us get attracted to places where we can see older, breathtaking architects. France was wonderful, too. It had many places to be where we could bless our eyes with such antique beauty.

“Everything is so beautiful here,” I gape like a kid as we walk through the beautiful streets of Milan. “I must say, I like the vibes here. Everything is so alive. Look!” on the other side of the street, there was a cute flower shop where a man was sitting and playing an organetto. I turn my camera and capture the scene. Then I turn it back.

I keep talking to the camera about how I like the tune the man is playing with my undivided attention. Because of that, I don’t realize when I run into someone by mistake.

“Oh!” I huff. “I’m sorry!” I quickly apologize with a slight bow. Without looking up.

“It's okay,” a sweet voice softly mutters. I try to look at the face of such a honey-like voice but I am met with a curtain of hair hiding her face. She was fiddling with her camera.

Without looking at her face, I move along. The embarrassment crawled up my spine but it soon was replaced by joy when we crossed the road to take a better look at the organ player.

Using my Fujifilm X-T3, I take some shots of the man and the shop.

We spent the next couple of hours recording and exploring the local market. It was refreshing but soon we retired to our hotel to get some rest. After we landed in Italy, we were both on our feet looking around.

…

It is around 7:30 in the evening as we walk down the famous Navigli street. The canals are stunning and the streets are shining with the warm lights and filled with the delicious scent of food.

My mouth waters as we pass by the tables full of food. I pull out my vlogging camera to record myself and the street for my viewers. They are like me. I guess, that is why they like to watch my silly vlogs. “It is now evening here. We took some rest but for you guys, it was only a second,” I point out. “You people are so lucky that you have me to show you around. See, the canal is so pretty!” I show them around. “After having dinner, we will take some shots from that little bridge. Hopefully, we get some good angles.”

I turn off the camera for now.

“Ugh, I’m starving. Honestly, I’ll eat anything at this point,” Sullivan musses.

I had to agree with him. It was our fault that we went back hotel and ordered only one pizza. It was not even filling enough for both of us. But we were too tired to care and just shared it before hitting the bed.

While looking around, we find a cute restaurant there. There were still some empty tables so we rushed in and sat on a table for two which is right by the window overlooking the canal. I roll my vlogging camera and record some quick clips and then on my Fujifilm. We order some local special meals and wait.

The brick walls are painted white and there are some cool posters of some old classics and paintings of the city and the canal. The name of the place is engraved in the middle between two wine racks. This place was comforting. Even the background music was adding to the vibe of the place.

Shortly, the food arrives at our table. The waiter fills our glasses with fine wine and water in the other glasses. After taking a quick video of the meal I place the camera on the table facing me. Being a vlogger wasn’t easy especially when hungry. I still had to record for my viewers even tho I know they would mind looking at my half-eaten plate.

I take one bite of my meal and my Costoletta Orecchia D'elefante brings goosebumps to my skin. The red wine is also silky smooth. The vibes and the delicious food add to the whole new cosy feeling of the restaurant. I order some Risotto all’onda after I finish my first dish. It makes me oddly feel at home.

I yap about the place and food to the camera, without paying any mind to the people around. Everything was in front of me anyway.

Sullivan took out his camera and proposed to click some of my pictures for the thumbnail of the ‘Day 1 vlog in Milan’. It is always funny to take some thumbnail pictures. Somehow, I find it hilarious to take an exaggerated shitty picture that my lovely people love to laugh about. And after that, he took some random pictures to add to my random Instagram posts thread.

“I would 10 on 10 recommend you all to visit this place. I’ll leave the address in the description box for you all.”

…

On the cold December night, the streets are filled with fairy lights and Christmas magic.

Everything looks so romantic. I wish I had some to kiss here, in the middle of all the magic. I look at my partner and scoff as he adjusts his camera for my pictures. He is not the best at camera but still finds a way to be good at stuff. He is mainly an editor. He edited my videos other than my vlogs.

I love editing my vlogs. But he edits the videos for my other channel for my Travel Montages. And my pictures as well. He works as a freelancer for many other projects as well. I learned to edit from him. He is best at that.

As much as I love him as a friend, I am envious of him sometimes. He is still in a relationship with his high school sweetheart.

I remember quite vividly how he used to roam around Luna like a love-sick dog with his tongue hanging out and two gigantic hearts for eyes. His static attitude always used to melt into a puddle.

Nothing has changed. He is still that love-sick dog around her. Honestly, they both deserve each other. Just two blondies loving each other.

But it does not dull the longing ache in my heart. I have had some freaky one-night stands here and there. And if I find a chance to get laid here then I’m all in.

But c’mon! I wanna be a love-sick dog, too!

Sighing, I say, “Take some good shots of me, okay? Who knows maybe my future wife is drooling at my pictures.”

“Have I ever told you that you are full of shit sometimes?” he grumbles.

“Many times. But Luna says I’m a delight and that she loves my company, Ivan,” I cheerily smile.

“She would say the same thing to a goddamn gutter rat she saw while waiting for her train at the subway,” Ivan rolls his eyes and stand in position and jerks his head to me to pose for the camera. “Now be an actual delight and smile for me, sexy,” he taunts with a cringy smile.

Yeah, we are like this. Dont ask anything, okay? Just… get on with it.

There is my vlogging camera in my hand which is rolling, I will probably not be cutting out our sweet-sweet banter. It is what keeps them all entertained. Just two cool dudes having banter under a romantic sky.

I pose in different poses. I also made one of my favourite poses where I click a picture of the camera clicking my picture so it imitates a mirror selfie.

I return the favour by clicking his pictures. He is photogenic. His dusty blond hair compliments his light grey-ish green eyes with a dark sea green ring around them. In all honesty, he is a handsome man– not that I will ever say that to his face. The bastard is already cocky enough.

I do record him for my travel montages. His rosegold-rimmed wire glasses and winter attire just add to the fantasy of the viewers. I like to add myself and my friends in these videos as well, it gives a perfect personal touch of warmth.

…

It is around one in the morning and I still haven’t gone to bed. I use this time to edit my vlog. My vlogs are not that big. I try to keep them minimal as I post almost every day. They are usually anywhere between 6-15 minutes. It is rare when they exceed that limit and make a part two out of it.

Vlogging is therapeutic for me so is videography. I thought about cinematography but it takes a lot. And I don't like that kind of pressure. I do own two high-end cinematic cameras but I pull them out if we take any wedding-related project or maybe some other high-end projects where we need to pull them out. But most of these cinematic shots are possible to take on other relatively cheaper and smaller cameras.

In short, I love what I do. And I won’t change it for anything.

As I am editing my vlog, I reach the clip where I accidentally run into someone. In the clip I, without looking at the person out of embarrassment, apologised and looked elsewhere but now I notice how the person looked at my back and muttered a cute little it’s okay. And then lowers her head and fiddles with her camera.

I quickly pause the clip and rewind it. Then I zoom into the face of that lady. My breath hitches when I see her.

“What the…” I trail. I don’t know how to describe but dear lord she is beautiful. Her brunette hair is shiny under the pale sun and long. Her pouty lips are tinted with a perfect hue of red which matches the blush of her cheeks. She is utterly adorable. She has some acne around her cheeks which just makes her adorable nonetheless.

In the clip, I was only a second late to turn around or else I would have witnessed such a beauty in person.

“Fuck you, JK,” I scold myself. “Couldn’t you have seen her just a second earlier or waited for her to turn around, you embarrassed jackass,” I huff.

I know I’m acting like a hormonal teenager but hey, she is so gorgeous. If you were me, you would have been acting like me. But alas, I missed the opportunity to see her.

Concluding that I’m a dumbass, I keep going through other clips and editing them. When I reach the recordings at the restaurant, I curse out loud as I find the same girl sitting behind me. And guess what? ALONE. I wish I had turned around then. But what’s the point in sulking now when I am sitting in this hotel room all by myself and editing these clips full of regret?

While editing, I sent a quick text to Ivan to send me the raw, unedited pictures of me in the restaurant, as I think she has to be in some of those pictures.

I nearly jump and scream out loud when I find her again in my video on that bridge where we are taking pictures after dinner. In the video, I am checking the photos that Ivan clicked and that girl passed by us, briefly looking into my camera lens.

Her pretty eyes widen slightly in surprise. But now I have no idea why. I wish she had stopped there and asked whatever piqued her interest that it brought shining stars in her already sprinkly eyes. Or at least I have paid attention rather than being a fucking narcissistic bitch in those times.

Okay, I know I’m being harsh and ridiculous. But… she is magnificent.

I quickly edit the rest of my video and do a voice-over in the part where I see her the first time.

“I know this going to sound crazy but look at that girl,” I whine. “Why is she so pretty?”

Keeping my hormones aside, I take a deep breath and let the sudden burst of adrenaline die down. I set the timer for the video. It will be up while I am asleep. Closing all the tabs, I shut down my laptop and slid deeper into my mattress.

It does not take long before I fall asleep sandwiched between the warm blanket and bedding.

…

I jolt wake up as there is a pounding at my door.

“Yo sleepy hoe, wake up! It is time to explore the world, princess. Wouldn’t want to deprive the world of my immaculate beauty,” Sullivan yaps.

I barely open my eyes as I stumble across the room and open the door for the extra hyped man outside my holy chambers. “Yeah, wake up the whole floor, will ya?” I grumble as he enters my room and plop onto my bed.

“I will but they won’t be going out to take some sexy montages now will they? So I gotta wake this hoe up,” he kicks my ass from where he is sprawled on my bed.

“For someone who is usually extra shitty in the morning, you are very much charming today. Why so? Did the beast finally get kissed by the beauty?” I yawn and open my suitcase to pull out my morning toiletries and clothes for the day. I pull the curtain aside and a thick fog is blocking much of the scene. So I pull out my bear jacket.

I look at Ivan who is looking at me with a sparkly glint in his eyes. His smirk grew on his face. I think I know why he is so chirpy this morning. “You had online sex,” I don't ask but state the fact that is written on his face.

My theory is confirmed when his smirk turns into a smile. “I miss her, dude. I wish it was real skin to skin but boy when you wake up with a horny video call, it just hits extra horny,” he sigh, dreamily.

I pause whatever I am doing and look at him. “Are you sure you are making sense?” I chuckle. Happy that at least one of us is happier. Yes, I am happy but just not over-the-moon-in-love-happy if that makes sense.

He just closes his eyes and turns to his side. “Just get ready, princess.”

After I got ready, we left the hotel (we grabbed the smallest breakfast as we were running late plus some coffee. We will have food later on somewhere authentic.), and now we are on our way to the Milan Cathedral. It is about twenty minutes by car. So I open my YouTube to see how my video is doing and to reply to some of the comments.

The moment I open the comment section, I am hit by one main topic. I read the top comment that says—

bigpicturehal: It is funny how you sound so anguished. And I’m surprised you don’t know her. She is Y/N. She has a channel about a bit of vlogging, mainly her photography and tutorials. Her channel is TheCosyTimes. You are welcome;) Oh and what do you mean you got the receipts for constipation?!

My heart picks up speed and I read the comment again and again. She is like me. I mean a person with a camera. And she makes content as well. Fucking perfect.

A silly smile widens on my face which Sullivan notices.

“What happened? Got invited to an orgy?” he askes.

“Better than that,” I mutter. “Do you know who TheCosyTimes is?” I ask him.

“Heard about it. I think I have watched a couple of videos from that channel. I dont recall much,” he thinks about it.

Y/n… I smile widely as I follow her on Instagram and subscribe to her YouTube channel. Now I have a new obsession…

TheCosyTimes.

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[mcytblrconfessions]

ngl i thought princezam was transfem for like a month. i only watch a few lifestealers, none of which are zam, and the odd princezam fanart that ends up on my dash is him as a woman so i feel like this is an understandable misconception. this all came to a head when i watched squiddo’s vlog video and was really jarred by seeing zam irl with a beard and stuff and not like… girlmoding. i may be stupid

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